Saturday, May 31, 2008

Perhaps I was wrong...

I really enjoyed my visits to blogs new yesterday. I'm rubbish at remembering the names but at one I got to watch a video clip about Star Wars nerds that made me laugh out loud. Another played me music and another had me thinking about my favourite piece of kitchen equipment. Little things, but I really enjoyed the tour.

It's also making me post more so that my visitors - of which there are more now, thanks girls - are kept up to date.

The sun's shining here in London and i've had a lovely walk today on Hampstead Heath. I walked with the wife of one of my ex-bosses. He's a solicitor and i used to work for him when i was a legal beagle. I got on really well with both of them. We took her dog - a gorgeous lassie looking collie called Count Basie, Basie for short.

We bumped into a group of youngish (20 somethings) on the way. She knew one of them as he'd been very close to her son when they were growing up. She introduced him as Johnny. We chatted to him for a short while about a book she's about to publish about her son's drug addiction and bi-polar disorder (another story) in which Johnny's mentioned. He seemed nice enough. He was obviously in a band and said he's currently recording and it's going well. I assumed it's a hobby.

It was this man As we walked off she asked if i knew who he was. I said no and she told me he's Johnny Borrell the lead singer in Razorlight. I wouldn't have recognised him in a gazillion years and couldn't tell you a single Razorlight song. That makes me feel like my mother - AND i'm not even a mother!!!

Would you have known who he was?

Now, to steal an idea from another blog i visited and to give you something to comment on - what makes you feel old?

OMG! (rubbing her eyes in disbelief) did someone just reference MY blog in HER blog?!? I'm so proud! I think you're the only other person who enjoyed that as much as me!

To answer your question ... I felt old last night. As we compiled a list of 'the top 10 (American) bar band songs of all time' and the band began to play them (American Pie, Piano Man, etc. etc. etc.) drunken scantily-clad 20 something ho bags began screaming "No 80s music!" at my friend's band. We old people sat back catching up and relaxing in the summer evening, enjoying an overpriced bottle of wine and going home at 11:30. Up again at 5:30am with all my dignity and not a trace of a hangover.

Going out these days makes me feel old...We went to see Sex and the City last night, and half the audience didn't look old enough to be there. The movie didn't get out until almost 1 am, and I was tired all day. and we didn't even drink! I'm definitely getting too old.

On my one and only trip to Los Angeles, I stood next to Kristin Dunst in a store and didn't even know who she was until someone told me. I think I always assume I will never see anyone famous, so I just don't look for them.

Last night we were at a baseball game sitting next to a group of boys who were talking about movies. One of them started talking about Ghostbusters, one of them had never seen it and the other started making fun of the first for watching 80's movies.

What makes me feel old? hmmm. Would have to be the flip side of this experience -- when I make reference to a a song, movie, person, device, etc. and the person I'm talking to has no earthly idea what I'm talking about because they weren't BORN yet.

p.s. thanks for your recent comment. you're always welcome and I hope one day to meet you, too.

A London couple's struggle to conceive

About Me

I'm a 43 year old ex Londoner just moved to Hertfordshirewith my gorgeous husband. Attempt to multiply began "in sin" but, just after our wedding, tests revealed severe MF meant we could try all we liked but without a modern day miracle - or at least the wonders of science, we'd always be two. We were instantly launched into a whole new world of acronyms - the land of ART.
After two and a half years trying to escape back to a world where full names rule, at the grand old age of 39 yrs and 11mths, I gave birth to our little miracle and two became three. Almost exactly 2 years later, our one frozen embryo turned into our second miracle and we are four. Still amazed and grateful.